Bryce becomes hers

Sunrise painted the sky in shades of amber and rose as Sarah's car pulled into the faculty parking lot. Cortney sat in the passenger seat, her fingers drumming against her thigh, her black eyes with crimson irses turn to look normal. The transformation had settled into her bones overnight, and now she felt the hunger—not just for blood, but for the lust, the fucking of her prey before turning them. "Remember," Sarah said, her voice low and hypnotic, "the queen wants Principal melton. Don't fail her." Cortney smiled, her lips parting to reveal the tips of her fangs. "I won't. Bryce and I have history. He'll trust me." "And the rest of us?" Destiny leaned forward from the backseat, her hand resting on her mother's shoulder. "What do we do while you play secretary?" Sarah glanced at Rachel, then back at Destiny. "We explore. Learn who in the school are potential recruits. The queen wants the entire faculty eventually, but we start with the principal." She opened her door, the cool morning air rushing in. "Be careful. The sun will be up soon. Use the shadows." They parted ways in the main hallway, Cortney heading toward the administrative offices while the others melted into the dim

corridors. The school was quiet, still empty of students, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Cortney pushed open the office door, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor. The secretary's desk sat empty, waiting for her. She settled into the chair, arranging the papers, booting up the computer. The scent of stale coffee and photocopier toner filled her nostrils, but beneath it, she caught something else—the musky scent of a man. Bryce. She heard his footsteps before she saw him. Heavy, confident, and seducable. The door to his inner office creaked open, and he stepped out, a coffee mug in his hand. "Cortney?" His voice carried surprise, his brow furrowing as he took her in. "I wasn't expecting you until later, your early this morning" Cortney rose, smoothing her skirt, letting her hips sway as she moved around the desk. " I couldn't wait to start. This morning, and see you" She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something floral, laced with her new pheromones a perk of her new nature. Bryce's eyes flickered, a momentary confusion crossing his face. "You look...Have you changed your hair?"

"Something like that," she purred, her voice dropping an octave. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his tie, straightening it. "I've missed you, Bryce. It's been too long." He blinked, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, it has. What was it, five years?no...more like 12...since we were more then colleagues" "12," she confirmed, her fingers lingering on his chest. "I remember every moment." Bryce's breath hitched, his pupils dilating slightly. He stepped back, clearing his throat. "Right. Well, wel. I'll, uh, let you get back to work, We have a staff meeting at nine." Cortney smiled, watching him retreat into his office. She followed, leaning against the doorframe as he took his seat behind the massive oak desk. "Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Tea?" "No, I'm fine," he said, but his eyes kept drifting to her, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse. He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "Actually, Cortney, are you feeling alright? You seem... off." She tilted her head, smileing. "Off? What do you mean?" "I don't know." He set down his mug, leaning forward. "You're moving differently.

Speaking differently. And the way you look at me..." He trailed off, his brow furrowing. "It's like you are , well that you may want us to be more again" Cortney stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. The click of the latch echoed in the silence. She moved toward his desk, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness. "Maybe I am , Bryce. Maybe I'm seeing what you really are." "And what's that?" he asked, his voice cautious. She leaned over the desk, her face inches from his. "A man who's been lonely. A man who thinks about that once loved me. A man who wants to rekinfle that flane we once had like me." Bryce's breath caught, his eyes locked on hers. The air between them grew thick, electric. "Cortney, this is... this is unprofessional." "Is it?" She reached out, her fingers tracing along his jawline. "Or is it exactly what you wanted for years?" He swallowed hard, his resistance crumbling. "I don't know what's happening right now. I feel... dizzy." "Let it happen," she whispered, her voice carrying that hypnotic resonance. "Let go, Bryce. I'll take care of everything." His eyes glazed over, his body going slack in his chair. Cortney smiled, her fangs lengthening. And eyes returningto theirblackwith crimsonirises.

She moved around the desk, her fingers trailing along the wood grain. Bryce remained motionless, his eyes fixed on her, his breathing shallow. "Stand up," she commanded, her voice soft but carrying an irresistible weight. He rose mechanically, his movements stiff, his mind lost in the fog of her influence. Cortney reached for his tie, loosening it with deliberate slowness. She unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, her nails grazing his skin. The fabric fell away, revealing his chest, his stomach. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. "Now your pants," she whispered. Bryce's hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his trousers. They pooled at his ankles, and he stepped out of them, standing before her in his

boxers. His erection strained against the cotton, visible even in the dim light of the office. Cortney's smile widened. She reached out, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. He sprang free, hard and ready. She knelt before him, her lips parting, her tongue tracing along the length of his shaft. Bryce moaned, a low, guttural sound, his hands finding her hair. She took him into her mouth, She wanted him desperate first. She wanted him begging. After a long moment, she pulled back, rising to her feet. She met his glazed eyes. "Now watch me," she said, her voice a purr. She reached for the buttons of her blouse, undoing them slowly, one by one. The fabric parted, revealing her lace bra, the swell of her breasts. She let the blouse fall, then

reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. It dropped away, and her breasts were bare, her nipples hard. Her hands moved to her skirt, unzipping it, letting it slide down her hips. She stood before him naked, her body gleaming in the fluorescent light. She stepped closer to him, pressing her body against his, her skin against his skin. She could feel his heart pounding, his breath quickening. "You want me," she whispered against his ear. "You've always wanted me. And now you're going to have me." She guided him backward until his legs hit the edge of his desk. She pushed him, and he fell back onto it, papers scattering. She climbed onto the desk, straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips. She positioned herself above him, her entrance brushing against the tip of his erection.

She lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch. Bryce gasped, his hips bucking instinctively, pushing deeper into her. She began to move, riding him slowly at first, her body undulating against his. "Look at me," she commanded. His glazed eyes met hers, and she intensified her hypnotic hold. She could feel his mind surrendering, his resistance dissolving completely. She increased her pace, her hips slapping against his, the sound filling the office. "Yes," she hissed. "Yes, Bryce. Give yourself to me." He groaned, his hands finding her hips, gripping them tightly. He began to thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, then surpassing it. He fucked her with increasing urgency, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a silken whisper. "Let go. Let me have all of you." His movements grew frantic, desperate. He was close, she could feel it. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Come for me, Bryce. Come inside me." With a shuddering cry, he obeyed. His body convulsed, his release flooding her. She rode him through it, milking every last drop, her own pleasure building until it crested, her body trembling against his. She collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing heavily. The office was silent save for their ragged breaths. After a long moment, she lifted her head, meeting his still-glazed eyes. "Now, Bryce," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "You're going to do something for me."

He blinked slowly, his mind still swimming in the haze she had created. "Anything," he murmured, his voice thick with submission. Cortney smiled, her fangs glinting in the light. She slid off his lap, her naked body moving with fluid grace. She took his hand, pulling him off the desk. His legs were unsteady, but he followed her without question. She led him to the leather couch against the wall, pushing him down onto it. He sat, watching her with wide, adoring eyes. She turned, bending over the arm of the couch, presenting herself to him. Her skin glowed, her curves inviting. "Round two, Bryce," she purred, looking over her shoulder. "This time, you're going to take me from behind. And you're going to do it until I tell you to stop." He rose on unsteady legs, his arousal already returning. He moved behind her, his hands finding her hips. She was wet, ready. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her with a groan. "Yes," she hissed, pushing back against him. "Harder." He obeyed, his hips slapping against her. The couch creaked beneath them. He drove into her with increasing force, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She arched her back, taking him deeper, her fingers digging into the leather. "Don't stop," she commanded, her voice carrying that hypnotic edge. "Don't you dare stop." He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. His body was no longer his own. He fucked her with abandon, his mind empty of everything but her pleasure, her command. She reached between her legs, touching herself as he drove into her. Her moans filled the office, growing louder, more desperate. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted. "I'm close, Bryce. Keep going." He thrust harder, faster, his own climax building. He was nothing but a tool for her pleasure, and he loved it. She cried out, her body convulsing around him. The sensation pushed him over the edge, and he spilled into her with a shuddering cry. They collapsed together onto the couch, her body pinned beneath his, both of them trembling. After a long moment, she pushed him off, rising to her feet. She turned to face him, her eyes black, her fangs fully extended. "Now," she said, her voice soft but final. "It's time for the final step." She leaned down, her lips brushing his neck. He felt a sharp pinch, then a wave of pleasure so intense it stole his breath. His vision swam, his body going limp as she drank from him. When she pulled back, her lips were stained red. She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Welcome to the family, Bryce." His eyes fluttered, then closed. He would wake soon, changed forever.